Dead_Night
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Chapter Three The sky had become overcast with bleak grey clouds, the odd cold raindrop falling every now and again. Walking through the alleys of Super City, Jake held back a shiver as the biting wind blew at his face. Hands stuffed into his chequered hoody pockets, he clutched the knuckle dusters, the cold metal feeling reassuring in his hands. The alleys were infested with chudlings, weird and profound creatures that one day appeared out of nowhere. Though easily dispatched of, Jake made a mental note of keeping an eye out for them, as they were venomous. Mia, who was in front of him, seemed to be not affected by the weather or the idea of the chudlings. She walked with long, silent strides, kept her back straight and her head held high. Even from behind Jake could tell that she face was smug and her eyes were wearing an evil glint. They had been following Ghosts trail for a while now, a trail which he had obviously tried to cover up. Watching his friend, Jake could tell she was thinking non-stop, running past every scenario she could think of and working out how to make each one come in her favour. Mia would win this fight. She would not be caught off guard. She made sure of that. Mia halted. Coming to a stop beside her, he looked at her confused. They had reached a sharp turning in the alley, their position disabling them from seeing around the corner. Bringing a finger to her lips before tapping her ear, she signalled Jake to listen. Hearing past the wind, two voices could be heard talking in hushed tones. One was a girl; the voice was high and did not sound all too old at all. The other was Ghosts. Jake could not catch all the words over the wind, but he figured they were talking about IDs, most likely fake. He looked over to Mia, but her face had turned blank, her eyes slightly squinted. She was most likely getting the conversation word for word, deciding the best time to appear, how to appear, if the girl needed to be killed, when she should be killed, how she should be killed, and when Ghost needed to be killed and how he would be. Jake figured there were a lot of other variables and factors she was taking into consideration, but those were the only ones he could think of at the top of his head. A part of him missed going out on missions with Mia. Most of his missions now were solo, or with a selected group. He tended to favour the solo missions rather than the latter. Looking after his group was not something he enjoyed, neither was being the leader. But it was a necessity of quite a few missions, and then he had to do it well and not complain otherwise things could become uncoordinated and messy. The fear of Mia being angry was enough for anyone in the business to just suck it up and keep moving. However, when he is with Mia, he can take the backseat and let her take charge. Without warning, Mia had gone. Jake clutched his ears at the sudden ringing of a shot being fired, and he could hear nothing else as he turned the corner. Mia was pointing her gun at Ghost, the dead remains of the girl on the floor. She was young, probably only sixteen. Maybe younger. Mia did not care; she did not even spare a glance at the girl. Her eyes were fixated on her target – Ghost. Eventually the ringing subsided, leaving nothing but a dull aching in his head. Personally Jake hated guns, they were too loud, and he wished everyone would just sort out their problems with their fists instead. Just as Ghost looked like he was about to run, Mia spoke. “I wouldn’t run if I were you,” she said. “I’ve got a pretty good aim.” Ghost stayed still, but his face wore a brash grin and an aura of arrogance radiated from him. He paid no heed to the dead girl beside him or the gun in Mia’s hands as he took a step forward towards then. One word ran through Jakes mind. Idiot. That is what Ghost is, an idiot. To dare challenge Mia is just stupidity, and it seemed like he was about to say something. Jake could predict it would not be anything smart. “Where’s your mask Mercy?” Dumbfounded at Ghosts imbecility, he watched surprised as Mia lowered her gun and put it back in its holster. “I’m not wearing my mask because there is no need. You will never see my face again, and you will not be able to tell anyone my face.” “What, you gonna cut out my tong or something?” he taunted, and Mia paused, almost thinking the idea through. “I’m gonna make my face the last face you see,” was her reply, before she clicked her fingers and nodded. Without a pause, Jake came out of his slumped composure, standing up straight into his tall height and running at Ghost. Removing his hands out of his pockets, he swung at Ghosts jaw, his knuckle dusters clasped tightly. As his fists connected with Ghosts jaw, he could see the surprise quickly flooded over by pain in his opponents eyes. Sending another punch into Ghosts stomach, Jake watched as he fell down onto the ground, spitting out blood. Looming over him he pressed his foot onto Ghosts neck, waiting for Mia’s signal to kill him. “Getting your dogs to do your dirty work for you again, Mercy,” Ghost choked. “You getting so soft that you can’t kill anymore?” Jake would have liked to kick Ghosts head in right there and then. He was in no position to make snide comments. But Mia tapped him on the shoulder, telling him to get out of the way. Ghost had made a start to sit up, but Mia sent a kick to his head, knocking him down again. Kneeling on him, she pulled out her tape measure from her pocket and slowly began to uncoil it. It was as she looped it over Ghosts neck and crossed the ends over Jake figured out what she was about to do. Not flinching he watched as Mia pulled at the ends hard, and as Ghost gasped and sputtered and clawed at the tape. Eventually his body went limp. She took the measuring tape of his neck, coiled it back up and placed it in her pocket once more. Standing up Mia stared into Ghosts dead eyes. “Told you my face would be the last face you would ever saw,” she said before looking over Jake. “Do you have a knife?” Without question, Jake pulled out his pocket knife from his trouser pocket and passed it to Mia. Crouching down again she reached out with a gloved hand and pulled out Ghosts tong. With the knife she began to slice through the tong, placing it in his hand once she had finished. Wiping the knife on his trousers she passed it back to Jake, who rather reluctantly placed it back in his pocket. Wiping her gloved hand on his trousers as well, she stood up and looked back at the body. “There, you got your wish. I cut your tong out.” Tilting her head to the sky, she embraced the raindrops as they started to fall quicker and patter on her skin. A smile crept onto her face. Mia loved the rain, especially after a kill. It was refreshing, almost forgiving. Feeling watchful eyes Mia turned round to face Jake, who was standing awkwardly with his hood up, eager to escape the rain. “Coffee?”
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